Zen Mind, Beginners Mind

When you do something, you should burn yourself up completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.

Shunryu Suzuki
Recent Tweets @ptsal
We forget we’re mostly water till the rain falls and every atom in our body starts to go home.
Albert Huffstickler, We Forget (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(via somniare-vivere-est)

veronicabrady:

a lonely mailbox
Sits wanting for a letter
Sees only dirt road
Veronica Brady
Scenic farms dr.
08/30/14

(via mermaidsbite)

There’s blood on the windowpane, falling like fresh autumn rain. Goddamn, it’s September already.
There’s blood in the hallway, it’s seeping in to the carpet like hot, bitter coffee. Goddamn, it’s morning already.
There’s blood on the bedsheets, it stains like a bitch and it never comes out. Goddamn, it’s time I bought darker bedding.
There’s salt water on the pillow, it tastes like the sea, but it’s dripping out of me. Goddamn, it’s time to grow up.
There’s whisky in my blood, it’s burning me up and soothing my heart. Goddamn, it’s time to keep drinking.
giraffevader - Dear lock, I’m the key you can always throw away (via giraffevader)

(via mermaidsbite)

wordswritteninsilence:

The winter chill is still here
With an accompanying fog
Hiding the flowers which shall bloom
Be patient, I must
Good things grow slowly
Accepting time as an ally

I await the flowers
Native to this land
The new stories
I shall write
The colours; names of which I cannot say
A new beginning

(via mermaidsbite)

djelevatedpoet:

Here is my take of the classic scene between Mookie and Radio Raheem

Enjoy, Like & Reblog

These two hands and ten fingers

Embody a certain relationship to one another

Right hand cradles the sounds of the streets

Enemies of the public are victims to themselves

Public Enemy’s positivity…

(via mermaidsbite)

midnightxmasquerade:

I always thought we were so alike. The way your fingers clasped with mine amidst shared thoughts— entwining like tender tendrils of mist in the moonlight. You completed me, you know? You ignited my heart like a rose bursting into bloom; blazing fromout my chest. I left a residue of love upon…

(via mermaidsbite)